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It became apparent that we had to stop for food in the next hour. But no, I wasn't about to give Fang the satisfacti-oh. Wait. Hes not here. Miniscule tears welled up in my eyes but were immediately wiped away by the wind blowing against my face.
"We all miss him, Max." Angel said in my mind. "You and Gazzy the most."
My head swiveled towards the Gasman to see a heartbreaking sight. Gazzy and Iggy were arguing with each other about who was less important to stay behind in case Fang came back. They looked like they were about to let fists fly at each other. Iggy and Gazzy had never argued like this, but since Fang left...that all changed. I knew for a fact that Fang wasn't guna waltz in the door all happy and smiley with a party hat on. One: Fang rarely smiled and two: he was stubborn.
I shook the thought of Fang from my head and told myself to concentrate. There was more at stake here than my personal feelings.
"Everybody land in a tree and go to the McDonald over on the next block!"I commanded. Everyone erupted in cheers but Angel, who was holding Celeste and quietly sulking in a large maple tree.
*ANGEL POV*
I WASNT UPSET ABOUT FANG! Everyone gets mad when i read minds! i cant help it. i hate to but my head does it on its own. i hate it hate it hate it. You know what? i could care less about fang. i know where he is. hes in Nebraska,hiding from his old family,the one he hated. But I'm never going to tell Max, because God knows what Max will do when she gets her hands on him. And it ain't going to be a pretty sight.
*max pov*
we walked into McDonald and were bombarded with the smell of nuggets and french fries to the point of drooling. gazzy walked up to the counter and sweetly asked,"Excuse me ma'am. What state are we in?" the plump lady smiled at us and almost cheered, "the great state of Nebraska and you better run birdies the school is coming. Oh, crap. Really? Here? Of all places? at that moment a flyboy walked in with a sack. Fantastic. To make my day worse, fang popped out of it! could this day get any fricking better? No. I sure hope not.
